One of my goals for 2016 is to read the Bible through again. If you have tried it, you know it can be a bit daunting. In the past, so not to get lost in the chapters of Leviticus, I’d read a bit of the Old Testament, then some of the New Testament. But this year I decided to mix it up a bit. I’m reading the Bible chronologically. I started in Genesis but soon was directed to Job.
Eight hundred years earlier, Isaiah prophesied that Jesus would come. Isaiah didn’t use the names of Mary, Joseph, or Jesus. He used the names of Wonderful Counselor. Mighty God. Everlasting Father. Prince of Peace.
The people of his time knew in their heads the Messiah was coming, but their hearts were elsewhere. Maybe it’s a bit like us. Christmas is to celebrate the birth of our Savior, but we spend more time wondering what size sweater we should buy (will he want an X or XL?).
It’s all about a Mulligan–a do-over. Let’s start over, right now. We have the luxury of looking back over time. We know Jesus came to save us all. We know that in our heads. Before it’s too late, let’s move it into our hearts. Let’s put action to our knowledge. Let’s share the Good News—a King has come to set us free!
“I might as well give up.”
“Nobody would miss me.”
“Other people would be better off if I’m gone.”
It’s been said that every day we each have 80,000 thoughts—60,000 of them are negative. These are just a sample of thoughts we may deal with each day.
Unbelievably sad, right?
This week is my dad’s birthday. If he wouldn’t have died over thirty-five years ago, he would be eighty-six years young now. Today, he would have had the privilege to celebrate with his children, grandchildren and even great grandchildren.
There would have been cake, I’m certain of that. Even though he never liked anyone fussing over him, he would have appreciated the gesture. Maybe he and I would have made it together, just like the old days. He helped me made my first cake—yellow box cake with chocolate frosting. It was frosted in globs and sat lopsided on the plate, but he told me it was a work of art.
And I believed him.
I’m certain the conversation would have gotten around to hunting. My brothers and I would remind him that he took us all hunting when we were old enough. I can hear him now, saying he didn’t hunt much after we grew up and left home. He’d say it wasn’t the same.
I read lots of blogs on lots or different subjects. I comment on some and repost others if I think they are pertinent to the audience that reads my blog.
I’m forwarding the latest post on a blog from Novel Rocket and Kellie Coates Gilbert as she offers sage advice about cyber-security. Times have changed and anyone who is on social media needs to aware. While we’re here to support each other, me must remember that there are cyber bad guys watching. It’s not a time to be paranoid, just informed.
So what happened that brought on a brain tumor?
April 2011 was the beginning of a new phase—the brain tumor phase—of my life. Since then all life events are measured from that point. Happenings occur BBT (before brain tumor), PBS (in preparation of brain surgery) or ABT (after brain tumor).
During PBS I thought I had a good comprehension of what would be happening and why it needed to happen. Simply stated, I needed to get the fist-sized tumor off my brain, then I needed to recover. But I had no preparation for what non-surgical side effect came with the procedure. Continue reading
Please read the latest Water Cooler post by Jennie K. Atkins. I couldn’t have said it any better.
As some of you may know, my father committed suicide at the age of 51. My oldest child was only a baby. I could deal with the tragedy without trying to explain it in details to my son.
With the cheer of the Christmas holidays also comes clouds of depression. Suicide is most prevalent during of after holidays. With that in mind, please check out this series of posts by Ryan Haack.
It must seem that I’ve fallen off the grid … may joined a monastery … become a complete recluse, but none of that is the case. I’ve been writing / editing Ten Days: A Journey Back to God. An excerpt from the book has been published in Hippocampus Magazine. Here’s a link.